These are some poem, story, saying things that I really like. They are written by this guy Brian Andreas. They come with these weird pictures of people called Story People. I don't know, I just really like them a lot. If you want to go to their homepage and look at more 'stories', got to http://www.storypeople.com. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

If I love you with all my heart, she said, what will you give me? & then she stopped & said I didn't have to answer that because she was going to do it anyway.

He kept her skin in the closet and brought it out only for holidays so not to get crumbs on it. Do you still love me? She would ask at the end of each day and he would hum her a song as he smoothed away the creases.

I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts, but they need constant attention and one day I decided that I had better things to do.

He loved her for almost everything she was & she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.

She turned to me & whispered, don't you just love it when you get so excited you forget to breathe? & the thought of her smiling eyes still makes me laugh.

In the end, I think that I will like that we were sitting on the bed, talking & wondering where the time had gone.

I try not to cry about everything I've done wrong she said, because I don't get enough fluids as it is already.

I've learned not to look too closely, she said. Otherwise I'd just keep finding out stuff that'd bug me & we'd never get along.

She laid on my chest & her breathing filled me almost to beyond what I could hold

I held her close for only a short time, but after she was gone, I'd see her smile on the face of a perfect stranger & I knew she would be there with me all the rest of my days

We sat side by side in the morning light & looked out at the future together

Some of the stuff I learned early on was useful, she told me, but most of it was obviously meant for someone who was not me.

My mother always told me to finish what I started, but she had no idea of some of the people I'd be dealing with.

Don't you dare be rational at a time like this, she told me, or I'll be forced to admit I wasted all these years with you.

It's lucky I only have one of these, he said. I can see where you'd never think about anything else.

After all those years, she was nothing like I remembered, but my heart leaped across the gap anyway without a moment's hesitation

She kept asking if the stories were true. I kept asking her if it mattered. We finally gave up. She was looking for a place to stand and I wanted a place to fly.

She waved at all the people on the trains & later, when she saw they didn't wave back, she started singing songs to herself & it went that way the whole day & she couldn't remember having a better time in her life.

I'm not so good at taking my own advice, she said, but that doesn't mean I don't know what's right.

I will always remember the day the sun shone dark on your hair and I forgot where we were and kissed you lightly on the nose and suddenly there was no more secret.

As long as the sun shall rise goes the old lovers vow. But we are children of a scientific age & have no time for poetry. Still, I offer a quiet prayer of thanks for the sunlight each time I see your face.

I have too much to lose, she said, if I cross that line. Like what? I said. She could not think of anything that day so she said she's get back to me. Since then I've been thinking what I would lose if I cross my line and I haven't come up with anything either. There's always another line somewhere.

I think my life would be easier, she said, if I could just get my selves to agree on something

Every time I looked at the picture I thought how I should have kissed her, so finally I hid it in the attic & I wonder if it's still there with us both so young & her waiting to be kissed

Early on, I resigned myself to being in the dark on all but the most important things, she said, & it's not such a bad thing because you don't see a lot of the stuff you usually get anxious about

I remember the lights of Atlantic City reflected from her glasses & there was the tilt-a-whirl right as she kissed me & I spun happily in circles for a long time after that.

Of course I'm not happy, she said to me, but I've got a degree in psychology so at least I can explain why.
(That'll be me in a few more years.)

She said you know what heaven is like? & I said I wasn't sure & she laughed & said grown-ups didn't know much at all about important stuff & I said I had to agree with her even though I was one of them myself.

Even if I only need this stuff once my whole life, she said, it's worth it & besides, I paid too much to get rid of it yet.

I was waiting for such a long time, she said. I thought you forgot. It's hard to forget I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.

Don't you hear it? she asked and I shook my head no and then she started to dance and suddenly there was music everywhere and it went on for a very long time and when I finally found words all I could say was thank you.